IX | Aftermath
By the time they caught up with the larger pieces of wreckage from the ferryman’s gondola, they had moved downriver far enough so as to no longer even be in the same region; rather, they were now fast approaching the Archon Narrows.
“Mind your binoculars,” said Valdus, his voice seeming raw and more agitated than usual. “Anything that glints, zero in upon it and do not let it leave your eyesight.”
For he knew the keys were made of a light substance and were gold on the surface only—and would float.
Hirth glanced at him sidelong before exchanging looks with Lieutenant Crith—an interaction that did not go unnoticed by Valdus, who thought: They think me callous to the fact that I may have killed my betrothed. And Hirth, at least, suspects an ulterior motive. But I for one
